I found this drabble in one of my notebooks. I wrote it about a year ago. Partly based on a true story.
He was transfixed. He couldn't help it. As she gently scraped yogurt from the sides of the container and sensuously slipped the spoon into her mouth he ardently wished he was the spoon, the container, hell event eh yogurt. She pilled the spoon slowly from her mouth, tilting it gently upward to capture all of it's bounty. Harry leaned foreword intently, absolutely enthralled. He couldn't stand it anymore, he must have her. Before he knew it he was standing and moving rapidly across the room.
He suddenly stopped. What was he doing? This wasn't him. He shook his head and all of the fascination the woman held for him vanished. What happened? His shields were good enough that that shouldn't have happened. Who… "THOMAS!" He yelled.
Somewhere behind him he heard scampering feet running away. "Coward." Harry grumbled. "When I find him, he's a dead man." Harry glanced around, apparently he had made something of a spectacle of himself. His gaze caught that of the woman from earlier. Damn she was pretty…
Well, maybe he wouldn't kill Thomas. Maybe just maim him a bit.
The "True Story" part is that I caught a guy watching my eat a yogurt parfait. He then started deliberately 'not' watching. After that I made a game out of eating parfaits in elaborate ways and watch him trying not to watch me. ;) Such fun.